Progress
"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."
I like this quote from George Bernard Shaw because (1) I'm unreasonable; (2) I'm a man (albeit a little one). Since I'm unreasonable, I'll say hence all progress depends on me and go one further by telling you this is reasonable.
Speaking of progress, have you ever wondered if it's happening to you?
The first educational institution I attended was one where Mummy slept in lectures on such hilarious stuff as bra (and ket) notation. While Mummy slept, I'd poke my cute little head out of her haversack (complete with straps to hold me in snugly) and observe the people. I was but one year old then.
Over the years, I've watched people of various age groups in other lectures as well as different settings. I can watch people for long because they don't mind me staring. (They probably don't know anyway.) It helps that I have a super wide field of view much better than yours. And remember I can pick up signals? People watching is like channel surfing. If one dude isn't interesting, I move on to the next.
So far, the only person I know who has become wiser with age is yours truly. Ok, I was already super smart (and resourceful) to begin with so perhaps you never noticed the difference, especially since you're not so smart yourself. Even my mummy becomes stupider, but is at least smart enough to know. I can't for the life of me figure out the abject baseness of human thought. Base enough to be deemed irreproducible here. If I, with a head full of polyester and a stout polyester heart (All of :O is a heart, except those of :O which aren't.) can show genuine goodwill to you, product of godknowshowmany (assuming god exists) years of natural selection, why can't you just be less mean to your evolutionary contemporaries?
Maybe one day I'll find human beings who're so much older than me taking the trouble to smile at me, acknowledge my presence and wave back at me when I wave at them.
That's progress.
I like this quote from George Bernard Shaw because (1) I'm unreasonable; (2) I'm a man (albeit a little one). Since I'm unreasonable, I'll say hence all progress depends on me and go one further by telling you this is reasonable.
Speaking of progress, have you ever wondered if it's happening to you?
The first educational institution I attended was one where Mummy slept in lectures on such hilarious stuff as bra (and ket) notation. While Mummy slept, I'd poke my cute little head out of her haversack (complete with straps to hold me in snugly) and observe the people. I was but one year old then.
Over the years, I've watched people of various age groups in other lectures as well as different settings. I can watch people for long because they don't mind me staring. (They probably don't know anyway.) It helps that I have a super wide field of view much better than yours. And remember I can pick up signals? People watching is like channel surfing. If one dude isn't interesting, I move on to the next.
So far, the only person I know who has become wiser with age is yours truly. Ok, I was already super smart (and resourceful) to begin with so perhaps you never noticed the difference, especially since you're not so smart yourself. Even my mummy becomes stupider, but is at least smart enough to know. I can't for the life of me figure out the abject baseness of human thought. Base enough to be deemed irreproducible here. If I, with a head full of polyester and a stout polyester heart (All of :O is a heart, except those of :O which aren't.) can show genuine goodwill to you, product of godknowshowmany (assuming god exists) years of natural selection, why can't you just be less mean to your evolutionary contemporaries?
Maybe one day I'll find human beings who're so much older than me taking the trouble to smile at me, acknowledge my presence and wave back at me when I wave at them.
That's progress.
posted by :O at 7:19 PM
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